All Chapters of Livestreaming My cheating Hockey star fiancé : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ChaseThe text had been simple. Chase: Home game this Friday. Seats behind our bench if you want to come. No pressure. Bring a friend. Just thought you might enjoy seeing real hockey.Allie’s reply came after a few hours. Allie: Okay. Reluctantly. With Mia. Don’t make me regret this.I’d smiled at my phone like an idiot. She was coming. To my game. Against Logan’s team, no less. The universe had handed me another perfect play, and I wasn’t about to waste it.Game night arrived with the arena buzzing. Sold-out crowd, lights pulsing, the smell of ice and hot dogs thick in the air. I warmed up on the ice, skates cutting sharp lines, but my eyes kept drifting toward the seats I’d reserved. When Allie walked in with Mia, my focus narrowed hard.She looked incredible. Dark jeans that hugged her curves, a simple sweater under one of my team’s jackets I’d sent over, hair down and catching the lights. No forced couple glow just real, a little nervous, but there. Mia spotted me first and waved.

AllieThe rooftop lounge glowed under strings of warm lights, the city skyline sparkling like a backdrop for a movie. Music pulsed softly—upbeat but not overwhelming—mixing with laughter and the clink of glasses. When Mia and I arrived, the players were already relaxed, no cameras or press in sight. Just big, talented men unwinding after a hard-fought win. Jackets off, sleeves rolled up, ties loosened. The energy felt real. Light.Noah spotted us immediately and made a beeline for Mia, grinning like he’d won another game. “There she is! Come on, let me get you a drink. They’ve got this killer mocktail that doesn’t taste like regret.”Mia laughed, shooting me a look. “You’re flirting already, Brooks?”Noah didn’t miss a beat. He winked. “Not denying it. Life’s too short after a win like tonight. Drink?”She rolled her eyes but followed him toward the bar, throwing a quick “Have fun!” over her shoulder at me. I smiled, watching them. It was good to see her carefree.I wandered toward th

LoganI slammed the door to my penthouse so hard the walls shook. The headlines were everywhere—Chase Ryder and Allie on that fucking rooftop, eyes locked like some romance movie poster. Photos splashed across every gossip site, social media blowing up with #ChaseAllie trending again. My blood boiled as I paced the living room, phone in a death grip.Chase wasn’t even subtle about it. That smug bastard was using Allie to get under my skin. Of course he was. The rivalry had always been there, but this? Stealing my ex in public, playing hero while I looked like the villain? It was personal. Calculated. He probably laughed about it in the locker room after beating my team.“Fucking Ryder,” I muttered, refreshing the feeds. More photos. Allie smiling up at him. The way she used to look at me. It made me sick.My agent called for the third time that morning. I answered on speaker, still pacing. “What?”“Logan, it’s not good.” Mark’s voice was tight, all business. “Your public image is stil

AllieThe little girl’s question hung in the crisp air of the rink like a puck suspended mid-air. “Are you Miss Allie’s boyfriend?”I froze, heat flooding my cheeks. Chase glanced at me, that slow, easy smile playing on his lips. He knelt down to the girl’s level, voice warm and patient like it had been with all the kids that afternoon.“We’re friends,” he said simply, ruffling her curls gently. “Good friends.”The girl tilted her head, studying us with that unfiltered honesty only children have. “You will look good together,” she declared matter-of-factly, then skipped off to join her friends for snacks.I blushed hard, covering my face with one hand as Chase stood up. My heart hammered against my ribs. The other coaches and a few lingering parents chuckled softly. Chase’s eyes sparkled with amusement when he looked at me, but there was something deeper there too—something that made the flutter in my stomach refuse to settle.“Kids,” he said with a shrug, but his voice was softer. “T

ChaseThe edited video was everywhere by the time I woke up. My phone buzzed relentlessly on the nightstand, notifications piling up like penalties in a bad game. I groaned, rolling over to grab it, squinting at the bright screen in the dim morning light of my condo. The clip had gone viral overnight—carefully trimmed to show only Logan reaching for Allie’s hand in the diner, her pulling away framed in slow motion like some emotional reunion scene. Captions screamed speculation: Logan Pierce fighting for his girl? Golden couple reconciliation incoming? Chase Ryder just a rebound?I sat up, sheets pooling around my waist, and scrolled through the comments. Fans who had been shifting toward our side were flipping again. Poor Logan, he still loves her. Allie going back where she belongs. The narrative painted me as the temporary distraction, Logan as the heartbroken hero trying to win her back. Annoyance burned hot in my chest. It wasn’t just the lies—it was how easily the public swallow